**Guest Post** Bins and Barbarities – A Post and Prose Poem by The Vegan Bunny

Hey!
Its that time where my blog has some good content on it for a change!  The Vegan Bunny has written a post!

 

Recently, I wrote a prose piece of poetry touching on the cruelty of meat and dairy. It would have been expected for the readers, the majority of whom are non-vegan, to scoff or evade it all together.
It’s a confrontation with your conscience; with beliefs your beloved parents and grandparents, literally fed you. It’s a light being shined onto your character and passively revealing maybe your actions aren’t always good. That isn’t to say non-vegans are bad, but their actions regarding meat and dairy certainly aren’t commendable nor ethical.

The comments I received, though, were of humans owning up to their actions and ashamedly so. I’m not for shunning people that don’t follow the lifestyle. But so often carnists are quite defensive and aggressive in their denial, as though they’re convincing themselves, justifying to themselves, more than the cabbage heads (I thought it was a cute name) they’re arguing with. One lady implied she might not be vegan, but she isn’t lost, blind or deaf to the suffering. Another admitted she can only consume meat when she appreciates the “livestock” as less than alive, and more of a disassembled product.

Maybe that is infuriating to some vegans. Not to me. That, to me, is progress. Where denial and defensive rhetoric so often lie, there was admittance and ownership and an acknowledgement of suffering. I’ve yet to attend a stall with DAS, or any other save group, but I can’t help but think that’s a huge seed that they hope to plant with their activism: acknowledgement and taking ownership. I’ve far removed myself from the debates and back and forths with non-vegans. They became unproductive, as only certain people are receptive to new knowledge and information, and put me in a dark place. But this latest encounter felt like some paramount shift had taken place. Maybe it hasn’t. Maybe it was just the audience of that prose was more open-minded than most.

Then I started thinking on our nature. Humans have intent to do no harm. Case in point, the glass walls movement. It calls for the walls of slaughterhouses to be replaced with glass, to wake everyone up and dissolve the disconnect that comforts us so. It capitalizes on human goodness and the idea if this cruelty was right before us, unavoidable and unhidden, that the benevolent man and woman would do the right thing: stop paying for it. And the benevolent man and woman, in spite of all our pitfalls, make up the majority. With all the malice in the world, it is so easy to assume our nature must follow suit. It is easy to make the assumption that someone that isn’t vegan must be unkind or unfeeling, failing to register you were likely one of them. But what is so promising is this innate goodness most of us hold, because without it, the vegan movement might be but a trickle instead of the monsoon it’s become.

The short prose piece in question:-

“How dare we thieve nature’s gift to you of life and potentialities. We excise and remove every quality of yours, that differentiates you and a rock, from our minds so we can sit comfortably in our numbness and willful ignorance. We remove so much of you that when we dice you up, your matter has taken an unrecognizable form and your brain has long experienced death along with your vocal chords, resting in some bin deemed “unfit for human consumption”, so that you can’t even scream when your whole is being cut into mere parts. We remove you entirely from you so we don’t have to answer to ourselves” – B S H (The Vegan Bunny)

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